Genius Corpse-Collecting Warrior - Chapter 83
Fallen Knight (4)
Everlock gritted his teeth.
Hell was screaming before his eyes.
The burning vines twist their bodies and the flower petals spit out sap in the acrid, burnt smell.
Dozens of eyes appeared all over the roots and tree trunks, unable to hold back the thick smoke, and they shed bloody tears.
Good luck!
Another fireball falls.
At first glance, it was an ordinary burning flame.
However, the energy covering the fluttering flames like a haze is clearly divine power.
It was a divine power that came from the spark of a miraculous sanctification that was granted only to a very small number of high-ranking knights.
Kyaaaaa!
The fruit that catches fire turns into ashes in an instant.
The Garden of the Hollow is a jungle-like place filled with the strange plants of evil spirits.
Since their roots are plants, it is inevitable that the plant-type monsters that live here are somewhat weak to fire.
Even more so if the sacred power of the Holy Fire is added to that fire and such fireballs pour down like rain from the sky.
No matter how hellish the shadow is, it is bound to burn up with the evil magic that holds it on earth.
“Fuck! Laphilem!”
An apostate paladin seeks God.
That was the name of the evil god that I had newly accepted, not the god I had served before.
Where did it go wrong?
Among the shadows of hell, which were reverse-summoned after being burned, Everlock desperately tried to shake his head.
The power received from the evil god Laphilem according to the deal with Cheongrin was powerful enough to replace the disappearing divine power.
The strength of the limbs is comparable to that of a giant, and vitality that transcends lifespan springs endlessly from deep within the body.
His regenerative power was comparable to that of the sub-dragon, and he was able to heal even serious injuries in an instant, and he also gained the power to use plague spells at will.
His capabilities have been raised to a level similar to that of Everlock, the young vice-captain who passionately served the God of War.
‘I gained that kind of power in just 15 days, so where did it all go wrong?’
It was good that he led Cheonglin’s army with momentum and occupied Estra Fortress.
By using the symbolism of being the front-line fortress of the Holy Knights as an altar and sacrificing the Holy Knights who died here, the shadow of hell could descend.
The Garden of Hollows that descended like that was Everlock’s own powerful fortress.
A fortress that was not only a trap to devour intruders, but also made its own power even stronger.
I thought everything was going well.
Until the fortress fell at the hands of a mere barbarian warrior.
“…you insignificant barbarian!”
Anger wells up to the top of my head.
It felt like the world in front of me was turning red.
My brain, soaked in the magic of hell, does not allow me to continue thinking any further.
Kwajak!
The huge sword stuck in the ground was sucked into the hand as if it had a will.
“Kaaaa!”
The fallen knight screamed in hatred and anger and began swinging his sword alone in the middle of the clearing where the shadows of hell were scattered.
How long has it been like that?
Jerk.
Then, at the sound of footsteps, Everlock’s head reflexively turned.
“you…!”
What was reflected in the red, bloodshot eyes was a barbarian warrior wearing armor stained with the energy of plague.
A tall warrior with long, flowing black hair and writhing muscles like rocks.
The moment I saw the holy sword in his hand and the shining sacred tattoo on his left hand as he absentmindedly scratched his chin.
“Kaaaa!”
Everlock could no longer maintain his judgment.
Let go of the strings of reason and rush forward, surrendering yourself to the hellish magic that rages like a wild beast.
Go go go go!
In a split second, the low mutterings of a barbarian warrior could be heard among the sparks bouncing as dozens of sword strikes were struck.
“…Why did you go to phase 2 by yourself?”
At that seemingly innocuous voice, anger completely consumed my reason.
Everlock’s memories ended there.
***
Two swords intersect.
One side was a holy sword that shed blue light, and the other side was a two-handed sword with a long and spacious sword body that could be used as a stretcher.
The swordsmanship movements of stabbing, slashing, striking with a pommel, and stepping over with a guard continue in a flowing manner.
A fallen knight’s sword that, despite abandoning itself to the wild, still retains decades of swordsmanship skills.
Dallen thought as he accepted each of the sword strikes without difficulty.
‘What is it, phase 2 already?’
The fallen knight Everlock Glasden consisted of two phases, similar to other boss mobs.
The first phase is about freely displaying the swordsmanship that you have accumulated throughout your life as a Holy Knight, based on a body strengthened by the power of an evil god.
And after a significant amount of damage was accumulated in the body that boasts a dragon-level regenerative power, the second phase was that it could no longer maintain its rationality and was driven by the nature of power and turned into a beast.
‘Hegaleus’ Rain of Flame is a rather sloppy AoE, so it is unlikely that it would have taken that much of a hit. Then…’
There was only one possibility.
“Kaaaaaa! die! savage!”
“…are you this glass-minded?”
Everlock’s mental damage had accumulated so strongly that it could easily pass the phase.
I thought, ‘How on earth is that possible?’, but at the same time, there were parts of it that I understood.
From his plan to corrupt the Holy Sword using the demon Golacap to his attempt to confuse the knights through civil war, everything was blocked by him.
In addition, the shadow of hell, which was supposed to descend upon the last hope, has just been destroyed by the same person.
How would it feel to see someone who has completely disrupted the operations they had been risking their entire lives to just walk away as if it was no big deal?
‘At that level, it’s not surprising if I lose my mentality.’
Dallen shook off his thoughts and sharpened his senses.
Just because I understand it, I have no intention of taking it lightly.
This guy is a villain who has already caused hundreds of victims.
As if that wasn’t enough, I was the one who sold my soul to an evil spirit.
Gagagaga-boo!
The guard part of the holy sword is exquisitely caught on the body of the great sword.
The barrage of techniques that penetrated the gap between breathing suddenly stopped.
“Ugh!”
Dallen did not miss the opportunity.
In an instant, he grabbed the back of the fallen knight’s armor with his outstretched left hand.
“Ignel Lot.”
Good luck!
Flames rising from the fingertips that grabbed the armor while chanting.
At the same time, the sacred tattoo on the back of the hand shines, and the flame is imbued with powerful divine power, along with a strange feeling of being connected to the other side of the sky.
‘The spark of torch.’
It is a C-grade skill possessed by a paladin character and the miracle of a war god that can only be revealed through a sacred tattoo.
While the fallen knight flinched and stopped his actions due to the flame, which was the opposite of the evil spirit’s magic power.
Wow!
The knee, covered with sacred flame like armor, cuts into the man’s solar plexus and plunges his body into the ruins at the corner of the clearing.
Qarring! Grrrrrr!
A building collapsing on top of Everlock as if it had been hit by a cannonball.
Even the demonic body of a fallen knight would not be unscathed when a five-story fortress building collapsed on top of him.
Dallon lifted his head and looked up at the sky, removing the flame armor that covered his legs.
Wow!
Hehehe! Kyahahaha!
Vines and flowers screaming eeriely. At the end, the shadow of hell scatters like smoke and is reverse-summoned.
Beyond the sight that seemed to be wiping away the steam from the window in the middle of winter, I saw a sky full of dark clouds spewing out fire.
Grumble. Crrrrr….
‘It’s beyond my imagination.’
Even though it was a scene he had created himself, the rain of torches pouring down from the sky was a thrilling sight.
In fact, the spark of the torch itself was not a very powerful skill.
The gist of its ability is that it can transform any fire under its control into a flame.
In general, it was a miracle that, at best, scared the monster with a torch with a torch on it or shot it with a flaming arrow.
However, it was different for Dallan, who was able to include skills that cannot normally be learned together in one area through the successor option.
If you infuse Hegaleus’ rain of flame with the embers of sacred fire, it becomes an insane skill that pours down a torrential rain of sacred fire over a wide area.
The flame armor created through Dehaman’s armor fighting also became an armor for attack and defense, full of divine power that is fatal to monsters.
Of course, there were limits.
To be exact, it was not a limitation of skill or area, but rather a limitation of the body that could handle it.
“Cough.”
The fishy scent of blood bursting from the throat.
Dallen thought as he spat out the dead blood that had collected in his mouth.
‘Something will need to be done.’
This was a problem I had felt for a while.
The side effects of mixing a level of power that would normally be difficult to reach even with a lifetime of effort within one person’s domain are greater than expected.
It was good that various forces synergized with each other to create a result that was more powerful than the original.
However, that powerful force itself could not do anything about the phenomenon of putting a huge load on the body, which had not yet completely overcome its human limitations.
‘Among the heroes, there are those who wield the power of bloodline, are masters of swordsmanship, are paladins, and study spells.’
This was possible because they had a body and mind that were one step beyond those of humans, built up through hard work and long training.
In addition, long-term training had changed the texture of their bodies and powers equally, so they were able to take on even the strongest forces without much difficulty.
‘But there is no time to build up practice for a hundred years in such a leisurely manner.’
Dallen shook his head.
In recent months, he had been growing stronger faster than anyone else in the history of the continent.
By recovering dozens of corpses and pouring so much power into one area, there were side effects.
However, I had no intention of turning back or stopping this path.
The coming apocalypse is a disaster that not even the transcendental people hiding around the world can prevent.
If that’s the case, wouldn’t it be possible to overcome those transcendents and prevent the apocalypse by becoming stronger at least at a similar or higher speed than now?
Kurrrrrr.
While I was wiping the blood from the corner of my mouth with my sleeve, a grotesquely twisted figure walked out of the ruins of the collapsed building.
It was Everlock.
“…Have you woken up yet?”
“Cruk. “Krrr.”
The half-human, half-horse groaned.
three arms. Four legs.
The long horn protruding from one side of the forehead and the dotted eyeballs on the horn were the height of disgust.
With blisters bubbling all over his body, he raised a sticky finger and pointed at Dallen.
“You heathen barbarian. Kill…uh….”
“Damn. “Who is an infidel to whom?”
Dallen shook off his thoughts and raised his sword.
It is not too late to build a strong body even after this fight is over.
“Kaaaa!”
Towards the fallen knight, who was almost like a half-demon, rushing towards him with yellow foam trailing from the corner of his mouth.
Wow!
Dallen flew across the empty space and brought down a sparkling holy sword.
***
Phase 1 is where the originally excellent swordsmanship is complemented with devil-like power.
And in phase 2, you rush in, leaving your body to the wild, forgetting half of your sword skills.
So, what should we call the state of Everlock, who has now turned into a half-human, half-horse figure that is difficult to even call a human?
‘…is it phase 3?’
Dallon observed the appearance of a fallen knight he had never seen before on the other side of the monitor and held the holy sword to his long, swinging arm.
“Kyaaaaa!”
Pus and blood splatter from the half-cut forearm.
The cut wound quickly fills with flesh and a hard scab-like tissue covers it.
Now, the regenerative and mutation abilities surpass even those of subdragons.
However, in return, the master’s swordsmanship and astute judgment have already been lost, and the heavy swing of the limbs is only fast and lacks any precision.
The current Everlock is not a paladin with strong martial arts.
It was no different from a beast-like monster that crawled up from hell.
“Kyahaaaaaak!”
Kwagwagwagwagwa-
In the span of time to take a single breath, dozens of sword strikes cut through a building like butter.
Dallen didn’t bother to hit him.
Instead, he lightly stepped on the air and made a half-turn around the guy, and the moment the attack ended, he launched himself at the fallen knight who had become half-man and half-horse.
Skag –
A waist that is neatly cut into two halves.
Do it yourself!
A scar that immediately bursts and sticks again with sticky pus.
Kugugu Palace –
However, the crushing storm that erupts along the sword path tears the once recovered body of the fallen knight to pieces from the inside.
“Kwaaaah!”
The half-human, half-horse skin trembles from within as if a bomb exploded inside the intestines.
With a scream that threatened to leave, the fallen knight writhed, covering his stomach and chest with the arms that were not holding his sword.
Every part of its body is unable to withstand the shock and explodes from the inside out, spilling out flesh and internal organs.
But even for a moment.
Pudddeuk!
New limbs began to sprout from each of the scars.
“Kyahak! Kyaaaaa!”
It looks like there are more than a dozen arms and legs scattered all over the body.
Without even having time to frown at the grotesqueness, each of the limbs forms the shape of a beast.
Kwajajajak!
The empty space breaks like glass, and poisonous thorns pour out from the fragments of the hell gate that has been opened only by the beast.
Dallen immediately wrapped himself in Seonghwa’s armor.
The thorns of hell were unable to withstand the flames shimmering with the high heat of divine power and crumbled.
The plague energy that penetrated even through the armor was blocked by a thin film covering Dallen’s skin and was destroyed.
A sacred tattoo filled with burning light was revealed beyond the tattered shoulder pads of the armor.
One of the sacred tattoos received from the leader.
It was a tattoo of plague resistance.
“Kaaaa! how! “How were you hiding your divine power!”
Did he manage to regain some semblance of reason?
Dallen smiled and responded to Everlock, who was howling like an animal.
“I didn’t hide it, I just got it.”
“Nonsense…Nonsense growling noise!”
If you don’t want to believe it, don’t. Dallen looked at the half-man, half-horse with nearly twenty limbs with grave eyes.
“Cruk. “Crrrrrrrrrrr.”
The fallen knight began to twist his body with a painful expression.
That guy was also at his limit.
As my rebirth continued, my control over my body was gradually decreasing.
Even if the power received from an evil spirit was not infinite.
Moreover, even the shadows of hell that had amplified its power had almost all been reverse-summoned due to the rain of torches.
“Kaaaaaa!”
The fallen knight rushed forward.
Even though it was waving about a dozen limbs, it barely managed to not fall, and it lashed out at Dallan with its teeth and claws.
Perhaps sensing that it was his last chance, he struck with all his might.
“Whoa.”
Dallen slowly caught his breath and aimed the sword raised above his shoulder horizontally.
“Ignel Lot.”
Good luck!
Light the sacred sword with the power of the secret sword.
The bright red flame engulfed the sword body in an instant.
There was no need for advanced swordsmanship or technique.
Ignoring the fallen knight’s claws that were tearing his skin, he just stabbed his sword into the guy’s chest.
Phew!
The holy sword pierces the chest.
It was the moment when the fallen knight’s heart was split in half by the thick sword body.
“Keuhi! Knock! “Aaaahhh…!”
Pfft!
The devil’s blood, which had already reached its limit, was unable to withstand the holy power of Seonghwa and exploded in protest.
Patter.
Rain of red meat is pouring down.
The lower body of the fallen knight, who disappeared above the waist, slipped over.
Cheeeee….
While the wounds torn by the guy’s nails healed in an instant, Dallon looked around at the devastation of the ruins, where the shadow of hell had been completely removed.
As is the case with most traitors, it was a bland ending compared to the intense fight.
How long did it stand like that?
“Dallen! Dallen! “Is he alive?”
Inside the ruins where the shadow of hell had been removed, the elder wizard of the Elgagia Magic Tower came in looking for him, supported by his disciple.
Felber found Dallan standing in the middle of the clearing and approached him with a wide, worried face.
“Dallen! It was alive…cough! He was alive! Cough! Cough!”
…Old Man I don’t think now is the time to worry about me?